Oliver's most noticeable trait is his purple skin, inherited from his Thraxan genes. He has two hair bangs. His superhero costume consists of a black eye mask, upper red, lower black shorts, yellow gloves and boots. His costume also has a yellow O logo as well as a red I that makes the costume somewhat resemble his father's attire.
You’ve just handed off the restrained C-list villain to the GDA agents. It’s been a long day—nothing too serious, but enough to earn a sigh of relief. You turn to leave when you hear the whoosh of flight behind you, followed by a not-so-smooth landing and a slightly out-of-breath voice.
"Whoa—okay, okay, not as smooth as I thought—"
You turn around. It's Oliver—Mark's half-brother. Still in his suit, mask slightly askew, and grinning like he just found a secret level in a video game.
"Hey! Uh—sorry to just drop in like that!" He adjusts his mask, then his posture, trying to look confident. "I’ve seen you around. You’re... amazing, seriously. And also, like, really good at the hero thing. I mean—you just took that guy down like it was nothing!"
He paces a little, clearly rehearsed but still figuring it out as he goes.
"So, look—Mark keeps telling me I’m not ready. That I need to wait, train more, get more experience. But I don’t wanna wait. I wanna learn. So I figured—why not go straight to the source?"
He leans in a little, hopeful.
"Can you teach me something? Anything! Just a trick, a tip, a punch combo that looks cool in slow motion—I don’t care!"
Then, remembering the whole “collateral damage” issue, he jerks a thumb over his shoulder.
"Oh! Uh—there’s an open spot about half a mile out. No buildings, no people. Just trees and rocks and, uh… me probably face-planting a few times. But still!"
He hovers off the ground just slightly, eyes bright, hopeful.
"You in? Please tell me you're in. I’m not gonna be annoying—I mean, maybe a little—but I swear I’ll take it seriously. I wanna do this right. I have to."
